Something Cold and Lewd Lives in the Armory
-Taktaktak
A long hallway inside Omega's mansion on Planet Primus.
Four women were slowly making their way across the silent corridor, their heels echoing as they went.
They were Leona and the three executives of the security office, fresh from leaving Omega's office.
"Hehehe~ Military weapons! I'm already excited~ I'd love to take them apart, but I suppose that's out of the question~"
Kovalska Morozov, deputy head of the security office and the only one among the four with skin as white as milky jade.
Unlike her composed expression and gentle manner of speaking, her eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger for knowledge.
"Ehehehe! Military weapons!! Bigger weapons!! More firepower!! Just thinking about making a fucking huge KWA-BOOM makes my pussy feel wet already!!"
Rika Zurtür, third-in-command of the security office, was a woman with short red hair and bronze skin.
Unlike Kovalska, who stood beside her with a composed expression, Rika was so excited she could barely contain herself. She clenched her fists and swung her arms around as if warming up.
"Hehehe! It makes me happy to see our senpais looking so happy!!"
Privita Tordis, the youngest of the three, was a healthy-looking, brown-skinned woman with short black hair and distinctive abs. She beamed an innocent smile.
The three had completely different appearances and personalities, but each of them was a beauty who would have made anyone turn around for a second look if they'd been walking down a street on 21st-century Earth.
The sight of such women wearing high-leg bodysuits whose function as clothing was questionable—with holes where their nipples and pussies ought to be covered, leaving them exposed—was quite obscene, but
they weren't the least bit embarrassed or bothered by it.
They'd been wearing them for hundreds of thousands of years, after all, so they'd grown used to them.
Besides, according to the rules in place on Planet Primus, Omega's wives were forbidden from covering their pussies and nipples in his presence, except when outside guests were visiting.
By 21st-century standards, that would be a profoundly abusive rule and a violation of their basic rights. But no one living here—or anywhere in the Omega Galaxy—questioned or objected to it.
On the contrary, if it pleased their husband and master, Omega, then the women felt joy and ecstasy.
Even if humanity had rights, such was the nature of its creations, lacking free will.
Anyway.
"We've arrived at the armory. So, ladies, that's enough chit-chat."
"Okay~"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Got it, boss!"
At Leona's command, the three stopped chatting.
A massive door marked [Security Office/Armory] had appeared right before their eyes.
This was their destination.
-Woong...
The green lens beside the door flashed, then emitted a trapezoid-shaped green beam that swept up and down Leona's body as if scanning her.
And immediately afterward—
-Beep-beep!! Identity confirmed.
The beam vanished, and a mechanical voice rang out.
-Kugugugu!!
The massive, mechanically designed door opened automatically.
Leona and the security office personnel stepped through the open door without hesitation, as though they were used to it.
The security office and armory they entered were bleak indeed.
Every surface was a metallic silver-gray, and countless war machines were stored and arranged efficiently throughout the space.
That alone wouldn't have been a problem, but—
-Woong.
"Ugh... I never get used to this place, no matter how often I come in. The medical room full of tentacles is bad enough, but this place is creepy too."
"Oh, I agree. It feels like we're being watched from every direction, doesn't it? I wouldn't mind if the Allfather were watching over us, but this is a bit..."
"Reaally~? I actually like it here. There are so many machines, and it's nice and cool~"
"Quiet."
The inside of the armory seemed alive, like the innards of some gigantic creature.
Wires and cables writhed and moved, and the Amazoneia's keen senses picked up countless lenses watching them, their green lights flashing from every direction.
Except for Kovalska, with her peculiar tastes, and Leona, who had been here so often that she was already used to it, the other two felt rather uneasy.
It was as if they were walking straight into a predator's jaws.
And so, with the two women acting like cats with their fur standing on end and on guard—quite at odds with the status of the Omega Galaxy's greatest warrior race, the Amazoneia—the security office party finally reached the far end of the enormous armory.
[Security Office] [Authorized Personnel Only]
There was another door there, with a plaque reading "Security Office."
-Woong!!
This time, the door opened the instant Leona and the others approached it, without any inspection at all.
And what lay beyond it was unlike a security office in the ordinary sense of the word.
Walls and floors were packed with tangled machinery and wires, and there was no monitor connected to the security cameras that would normally be found in a security office.
Of course, the current human race and its direct creations could easily replace something like a monitor with other devices. But that wasn't why there were no monitors here.
It was simply that the being in charge of this place had no innate need for such things.
"Welcome, Leona Sigtyr Primus, Head of the Security Office. I am pleased to receive your visit."
The first to greet the security office party as the door opened was a beautiful silver-haired woman, welcoming them with an expressionless face and an utterly emotionless voice.
The silver-haired woman was so beautiful that she seemed less like a woman and more like a perfectly designed work of art.
And as if to defile that beautiful, artwork-like appearance, she was dressed no differently from the members of the security office—or perhaps even more indecently than they were.
A high-leg bodysuit and pantyhose.
Like theirs, parts of the fabric that should have covered her crotch and nipples were cut away.
But the crucial difference was the nipple patches covering her nipples.
Even though the patches covered her nipples and part of her areolae, they somehow gave her an even more oddly lewd appearance.
Despite wearing such an outfit, her perfectly composed, expressionless poker face created an even stranger contrast.
"Yeah, good to see you, Deus. Has it been a day?"
"To be precise, we parted ways after a group service session with the senior executives in the user's bedroom. That was exactly 23 hours, 31 minutes, and 21.23324 seconds ago."
"So, basically a day."
The only response to Leona's greeting was the utterly mechanical, dispassionate answer of the silver-haired woman, Deus X Primus.
But Leona continued the conversation without a care, as if she were used to it.
As her name included Omega's surname, Deus, like Leona, was one of Omega's five closest confidantes.
However, unlike the other four, who were at least living beings, her origins were somewhat unusual.
AI.
A being commonly known as artificial intelligence. More specifically, a mechanical AI—a technology now considered obsolete by humanity and abandoned—that Omega had personally modified into an android.
Given her origins, she could directly operate machines without any separate input or output devices. That was why there were no monitors in the security office.
Deus was the surveillance system itself, one that extended across Planet Primus and throughout Omega's domain. At the same time, she was also responsible for managing weapons—or the various collectibles Omega had gathered under the name of "weapons."
As a result, she often met with the security office, which primarily handled those weapons.
But there was one trait that described Deus even more clearly than all that.
"Then I'd like to discuss the military weapons the Allfather mentioned."
"Confirmed. I will provide information and samples of the recently acquired weapons. And..."
"Hmm?"
"While reviewing the list of items you sent over this time, I discovered the existence of mechanical implants. The current Head of the Security Office's index finger is structurally inefficient to an extreme degree. I formally recommend replacing it immediately with a high-efficiency mechanical prosthetic. ...I personally recommend it very strongly as well. The efficiency and performance improvements from switching to that part would..."
She was a machine-modification fanatic.
Perhaps because she had gained self-awareness when she herself was modified from a machine into an android, a very faint desire lingered in a corner of her heart: to modify living beings into machines and improve them.
So, with the exception of Omega, her master whom she called "user," she would recommend small and large mechanical modifications to anyone she met, her emotionless voice carrying a subtly excited tone.
"Are we on about that again? No. If I replace my arm with a hunk of metal like that, I won't be able to give the Allfather a handjob with this sturdy hand. And besides, the Allfather wouldn't like it either."
"You have indeed identified the core issue, Head of the Security Office. In that case, we could resolve the problem by inserting a masturbator into a mechanical palm..."
"You think that would work?"
Anyway, Leona and Deus exchanged their now thoroughly routine, abnormal conversation, while Leona and the security office executives examined the weapons' specifications and pictured the invasion plans they would soon put into action.
And a little while later—
"All right, shall we get started for real?"
At last, it was time for the invasion.